This journal is now being used for satansprompts. That is all. Thank you.

This is easier to do on this journal than going to individual areas and posting.

I need to cut down where I RP. I am in law school and working and right now... yeah... Any ways, effective immediately I am no longer going to be participating in any of the RPs this journal was previously used for. I know it sucks but unfortunately real life and all. It's been a lot of fun guys. Thanks for letting me work with you all. ^_^

-Erin

The following is an analysis of Goren's personality that I wrote up during my Personality Psychology class today in order to stay awake. It is something I have been working out in my mind, off and on, for the past week or so. If you actually make it through and read the whole thing you deserve a cookie or something.

In this, I have tried not to romantize who Bobby is or try to protray him as something he is not. Bobby is a hard person to get along with and, in reality, is probably not a very nice person on the surface.

Look for one of these on Munch to come sometime soon as well as one on Radar and Watson, too.

( OOC to the EXTREME )

Ahh, the 4th of July. Rarely did Bobby do anything for it now that he was older but yesterday had been an exception. Any day one could go down and celebrate the birth of a nation by blowing up parts of it was a good day... at least to his way of thinking.

Returning to his room and smelling gunpowder, Bobby hopped in the shower quickly and got cleaned up. Sometime later, he walked out into his bedroom, a towel around his waist and another tosseling through his hair. He felt much better.

He had just finished putting on his PJs and was about to hop into bed when he noticed something just before he sat on it.

A hat.

Well, it was techinically a fedora but who was being technical?

Bobby plucked it up and examined it. He looked around the room, uneasily. Why would anyone leave him a hat? There wasn't even a note with it so he knew it hadn't come from Alex. And, besides- why would she give him a hat? It wasn't like he had ever worn one around her or anything.

He twirled it on his finger-tips for awhile, considering it. Finally, he stood and walked over to a mirror. Carefully, he set the fedora on his head and adjusted it. Hmm... he didn't look half-bad. Vaguely, he pondered putting the hat with his best suit and a polished pair of shoes.

Well... he had promised to make it worth Alex's while to wear a dress... and he did want to show up looking a way she wouldn't be expecting...

He laid back down on his bed, holding the hat and considering it. Lazily, Bobby set it on his nightstand and fidgeted around in his bed until he was comfortable.

The boy was going to sleep on the idea of wearing the mysterous fedora. How odd.

Bobby had fallen into a restless sleep after his late night smash in the face by reality- his own subconscious. He got up from his bed and walked into the bathroom, making a conscious effort NOT to look in the mirror. When he finally did accidentally look up, a note that was stuck to the mirror meet his eyes...

The news we've shared has got you scared
We're glad that we got through
So make amends
And make some friends
The future's up to you

CHANGE


((OOC: The lyrics are from 'Marley and Marley'))

( therapy reveals truth )

You're doomed for all time
Your future is a horror story
Written by your crime
Your chains are forged
By what you say and do
So, have your fun
When life is done
A nightmare waits for you


((OOC: The lyrics are from 'Marley and Marley'))

( cut for adult situations... like sex )

( cut for length )

Time and tide are flowing over me
I once was blind
But now I see
The answer lies within your heart
Memories are only about the past
The present time will never last
The future lies within your heart
I don't feel no pain no more
I don't feel no pain no more
I've left this cruel world behind
And I've found my peace of mind
I don't feel no pain no more

Bobby and I would both like to thank whoever the kind person was who gave him a paid LJ account. He is very happy to no longer have to look at damnable ads and get more icons and his mun can tool around with his layout more. I'm just tickled that someone likes him and I enough to do this. ^_^

Seriously, whoever you are, you have just made my day! And you've made Bobby start dancing with his toaster. Yay. ^_^

(OOC: This is what happened the morning after this.)

Sunlight. Damnable sunlight. Bobby was grouchy, pulling a pillow over his face. He cringed a bit at the pillow's contact. Grunting, he turned and laid on his stomach. Ow! That hurt, too. Frowning, he pulled up his shirt and looked at his chest. Staring back at him was a large bruise... about the size of a fist. Tentatively, he touched it. He cringed more. That was fresh... very fresh.

"How the hell did I get that?" he wondered to himself, standing and walking to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror did nothing to give him clues as to what had happened. There was a bruise under his right eye and his nose was very sore.

He stood there, scowling. Something had happened but it was just beyond his memory. It was like grasping for a dream that you had woken up from but it was already forgotten. He knew it was important and not being able to re-gain possession of it was leaving him feeling... empty.

Another moment of staring at himself in the mirror. He had to remember it. There was something he was supposed to do... something...

Oh screw it. He shook it off and returned to his room to get changed out of his PJs. Grabbing for his pants he was met with another source of confusion- the belt he usually kept on that pair... it was gone. Had he washed them and taken the belt off to do so? No... The belt should have been there.

He spent the good part of the morning trying to find the belt. Finally, he gave up, sitting on the corner of his bed, totally and utterly confused. He must have been in one helluva bar fight... but he didn't feel hung over. Wait...

Bobby couldn't even remember the previous day. He could recall that there had been a yesterday- yesterday had been Saturday. Today was Sunday. But he couldn't remember anything he had done. He must have gotten one big knock to his head.

If that were true then why did he feel like someone had taken something from him? It was important. Really important. Frustrated, he flopped back down on his bed. Maybe if he slept more it would come to him... or maybe he would forget that he had forgotten something.

He moved in his bed, getting comfortable, when he bumped the bruise on his chest again. Involuntarily, his hand went to it again.

"Son of a bitch- someone has one heck of a punch," he chuckled but why was he happy about hurting? It meant something but it was beyond him. "Oh, screw this." He stuck his head under a pillow and closed his eyes.

Maybe what he had forgotten would return to him in his dreams. Maybe that was all it had been to begin with.